Background: The booing. The hoopla. Europe. Life threats. Amphetamines. Press conferences. Woodstock. THE accident (June 29, 1967).The Recording: The trees are bare. Dry leaves rustle under your feet. November air touches your face with chilled fingers. A plaintive voice (can it be Dylan?) tells you stories as you make your way, unsure of your destination, but feeling that your journey’s origins were in a solid place. Settings for many of the tales you hear—John Wesley Harding, As I Went Out One Morning, All Along the Watchtower, I Am a Lonesome Hobo, Drifter’s Escape, Dear Landlord, I Pity the Poor Immigrant— are as stark as your own surroundings and the spare accompaniment of acoustic guitar, harmonica and unobtrusive drum. I Dreamed I Saw St. Augustine and The Wicked Messenger confront Biblical allusion with an even greater directness than Highway 61 Revisited. The album ends with the upbeat Down Along the Cove and I’ll Be Your Baby Tonight, a surprisingly mellow love song that might be considered the foreplay preceding Lay, Lady, Lay. Dylan’s listener/fan base had already been splintered by his electric evolution. Now, it would seem, both factions would be left dazed by this album. Yet another Dylan has emerged. Unvarnished, unpretentious—unplugged. Where did this come from? (The basement at “Big Pink”, but that’s not an official answer until 1975.) Where is this going? (That question will be answered many months later in one word: Nashville.)
Conclusion: Dylan’s muse has lured him to yet another seemingly unknown region. If listeners didn’t understand that the tenacious pull of transformation is Dylan’s driving force when he ‘went electric’, this album should have brought the fact into clearer focus for them.
Conclusion: Dylan’s muse has lured him to yet another seemingly unknown region. If listeners didn’t understand that the tenacious pull of transformation is Dylan’s driving force when he ‘went electric’, this album should have brought the fact into clearer focus for them.
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